I will tell your story if you die. I will tell your story and keep you alive.

Some die old. Some die young. Some die for their beliefs. Some die for their country. All death is meaningless.
Thus it becomes our job, as survivors, to give meaning to death. To look for a purpose or a consequence to this endless void.

One year ago we decided to love each other again, to remember what we built our society on and that we are together in this world. One year ago.
One week ago, I saw poeple wanting to kick foreigners out of our country on the gneral basis that “their kind” are nothing but thiefs and beggars. One week ago, I saw mothers and fathers yelling at each other, one word stronger than the other. One week ago I saw 15 common people suddenly fill their whole with hate. One week ago.
One day ago, I saw the same people remember one year ago.

I hope that tomorrow, they still do.

We survived. We have to tell their stories. We have to give meaning to the pointless. We have to remember what they believed in, and to keep struggling for that belief that we are all here in this world together. If one man can show so much hate, imagine how much love we can show.

We survived. We have to remember and find meaning.
Some die yoUng. Some die old.

The wheels on the bus

My body is a temple, I’ve heard that said before, but I’ve always thought of my body as a machine, a fragile machine, which can endure some hardship, and if treated well and maintained properly will endure further for longer, this isn’t altogether true, but it’s close enough for the analogy.

The mind is not so simple, some scars remain forever, some fondness too, while other details which in their time seemed so important are erased forever. Is it the curse of having a mind which can appreciate beauty that it should forget the very thing it came to love, or is it a blessing that a mind which was hurt so badly is able to heal, forget and continue.

Today would have been a day, a normal day in the running of all days but a year ago I deemed it to be a celebration, and I find myself today wishing I hadn’t because the doing so immortalised it in my mind, a mind which returns to reopen past scars and packs them with fondness so that they may never heal again.

So I suppose it’s time to say something festive…

Eat cake, because without it all we would have was bread, and what sort of a life is a life with only bread as a companion.

Merry Christmas.


The end is here for some…

This week has been an interesting one politically.

I’ll be honest, I have been working some crazy shifts lately, awake at night, asleep through the day so I feel like I’ve been in a perpetual state of limbo, not quite awake, not quite asleep but drifting between the two. Today I woke up, and found my country in a mess, our genius of a Prime Minister thinks that it’s better to got it alone than to stick with Europe. apparently he has put the importance of the city ahead of businesses and industry.

Sarkozy today said in an interview that “there are now two Europes”

It seems that not only has Cameron severed our relations with the EU, but by doing so has weakend our position with Beijing, and the US, as Britain is now not sitting in a decision making seat in Europe, we are of significantly less use to them.

It seems that Europe is split, and that the UK itself is splitting in two, one side who want to stay with our European brothers and one who do not.

I know nothing about politics, but I know about people, and I know that when people work together they get further than if they work alone.

Let’s hope that Cameron’s decisions do more than just help rejuvenate this blog, but if not then there at least is one positive.

In the spirit of rejuvenation, I have decided to post a video, as seems to be the fashion, that I know you gentlemen will enjoy as much as I did.


From your friEnd in Isolation.

The missing post

I know this might be a little bit of a clash with the posts before that one. After all this world-changing (at least the will to do so) and the thinking about what happens to this world during the time we walk this planet, I wanted to go back with this post. Go back a few weeks (already) to this weekend at the end of July in Norway.

It was the celebration of our friend’s most important day and it was the time when we all were together again. The moment, I left the bus and met our welcoming committee, I felt at home. The days in Norway were days out of the ordinary as they were special. Maybe we don’t always realise this when we live the day, but afterwards you certainly know that this particular day was special.

When we returned from Norway, the following days were strange and somehow felt lifeless. There was a certain energy that I felt in me during our stay in Norway and it seemed to have gone right when we were back. Of course, I knew what had changed and what caused the effect: My friends were once again gone. For some reason, when we are together, everything seems to fall into place, there is this energy flowing, or surrounding me. The thoughts and ideas have no real boundaries any more and there is so much going on. One idea leads to another, one stupid thought ends up as a brilliant idea, there are pranks that become the basis for serious discussions and so much more. Somehow I feel when we are together, that this is always a creative environment.

When I was back, I realised how special our friendship truly is. Because I am very sure, that you only meet your real friends, this small group of people, once in your life. And that I already found my best friends. I found them in Liverpool. The Brookfield Lodge, Sefton Park, the Sennheiser Studio Theatre, PMA, FRP, Hope Street Building, Half/Half, Kathy, Joe, Neil, the fuchin’ bus driver, MPP and all of that connected us then. And this connection has been welded together over three years. And this connection cannot break. Ever.

It is good to know, that you guys are there.

A train ride.

5 friends. On a train back to the city of their destiny, fate perhaps, important at least. A train that doesn’t really go where it should go. 5 friends, together again, never lost, never forgotten, but far apart for a long time. Together again. What they should be.

No one says a word. Silence. The only sound is the branches slashing against the side of the train, the diesel engine humming like old diesel engines do. Not one single word. 5 friends. Words are not necessary, silence is all we need. Tired. Excited. Thinking. Reading. Troubled even. Words serve no purpose but worldly communication here. 5 friends. This bond is stronger than that. No one needs to say anything. Simply because what needs to be said will be said in due time.

Still. 5 friends. A train that doesn’t go where it should go. Together again. E trying to make a conversation, not confound to the emptiness of non verbal communication. M reading his book, slowly, a page seems to take forever. H is almost sleeping in the corner, the world forgotten. G, trying to sleep in his own manner, elegant and upright as always. Me, observing, watching the world go by. 5 friends. Together again.

In this moment. This perfect moment. I know. I know what we will do, I remember our purpose. 5. Friends. Together. Again. Silent but not quiet. A moment that will come again and again. Still. 5 friends. A train that doesn’t go where it should. Still, we end up where we want to. Together.

tHis Perfect moment